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Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Perspectives Of An Idiot

The perspectives of an idiotmay a certain beauty bear--as a sorceress in stocks, under questioning and locks,shorn of her hair,fed on flung incivilities, poxy blackbirds in the air--

Tell us.Do not reject the embrace of mercy.Confess to uswhat you are capable of; healing, harlotry and heresy...

The choreography of the sombermay dark comedy conceal--as a seductress sent to ash, under pretense, purpose and mask,purified by flame,removed from those grinning cretins who call hypocrisy by name.______

15 comments:

'Talk to me,' baby. Not that anyone ever said you were the kind to bite her tongue. I love the whole thing, of course, but the first stanza is the most bald-making (in keeping with the play on locks and shorn hair)while the choreography lines are measured and scathing. The rhyme here is the chocolate coating over the poison pill--my favorite is ash/mask. in fact that whole phrase--'under pretense,purpose and mask, purified by flame...' is pretty flooring.

I was just fixing to write to one of Jasmine's lists and found you in my inbox with this one!! Wow. The tone in this is intimidating and the word usage throughout is rich...I don't even know what the words were but you've spun an amazing piece with them!! Funny, I just, literally just titled the piece I wrote for you, "Perspective."

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Modesty spoken here.

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"I have been blessed with these two gorgeousWings and I refuse to load my heart with weights."

--Marina Tsvetaeva

“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

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